Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.